focused on folding her Victoriaâs Secret thongs and placing them in the top dresser draw of her dresser.
âYeah, I saw it,â Lenore confirmed.
âJeff came home looking all spaced the hell out and hyped. I tried to ask him what happened, but he didnât want to talk about it. He just kept pacing back and forth saying, fuck them bean eatinâ muthafuckas. I think he was high,â Denise admitted.
âYeah, Mike B just came in took a shower and went to sleep. I knew something happened, just didnât know what. This morning, he told me he had to get rid of the Range. I didnât even ask why, but I figured something happened.â Lenore rebutted. âBut, you think Jeff was high?â
âCome on now, you know I been around him and it enough to know when somebody fucking around,â Denise reminded her. âPlus, lately this muthafucka be going for hours, when on his best, fifteen minutes and heâs out like the bedroom lights,â she chuckled. âAt first I thought he was fuckinâ with some other bitches, but itâs definitely the drugs. Nigga be fucking the shit outta me with the dope dick.â
âGirl, you shot out.â Lenore joined her in a light chuckle.
âWell, outside of weed, I know Mike B not messing around like that. And like I told you time and time again, he a beast in the bed. Even last night, he did some fly romantic shit and we got it in for hours,â Lenore bragged.
âOkay, bitch, you donât have throw it up in my face, unless you sharing. You already know I share.â Denise laughed again, but was serious at the same time.
âAnyway, moving right along.â Lenore side stepped and ignored her comment. âSo, shit really started hitting the fan.â She switched subjects, referring to what they believed to be Mike B and Jeffâs handiwork on the news.
âYup, I guess so. A few weeks from now, this shit will have come to a head. And when it does, weâre not gonna be nowhere near it.â
âIâm with you on that, girl,â Lenore agreed.
âYeah, but on another note, Jeff told me he came up with something. Said heâd fill me in on it later. Iâll let you know when he lets me know,â Denise added.
âOkay,â was all Lenore answered. But in her mind, she had so much more she wanted to say.
The vibration of her phone caused Lenore to look at her screen. When she removed it from her ear, she instantly recognized the unsaved number.
âHey, I gotta take this call, but Iâll either see you or talk to you later.â
âOkay, bitch, you better.â
âBitch, bye.â
Lenore laughed and clicked over.
Chapter Seven
Denise knew that Jeff had been busy and why, but she had a serious problem with not being able to hide her feelings. A bit of a brat at times, she was stubborn and wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it. The frustration of not being able to have him around when she wanted him was really starting to get on her nerves. Although he had constantly reminded her of the bigger picture, still she didnât like how things were going lately. She blamed it on a lack of satisfaction. Jeff was handling his business in the streets but not in their bedroom, since he and Mike B had gone on a rampage. She smashed the speakerphone button to hang up, turned around with a visible attitude plastered on her face. She stomped over to the island picking up the bottle of water, took a drink, and then headed up the back stairs. She went down a long hallway lined with art, then through French doors and into her bedroom.
Their master bedroom was huge, at least 1,000 square feet, mostly decorated in white, much like the suite she and Jeff stayed in at the Caesarâs Palace out in Las Vegas, which was Deniseâs favorite getaway spot being as though she was a West Coast chick. There was a flat screen above the fireplace that was double sided so it could be
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